Has it been a minute since you’ve checked the gallery? Swing by and see what you’ve missed. Today’s additions include a psycho quote from Bret Easton Ellis, (American Psycho that is!), and some sharp words provided by Shaun Hupp.
The Maniacs With Knives post led me to obsess over Rayne Havok even more, (if you’re wondering…check out the review, haha!!) But – I’m dying on this new background I’m working on for Boy’s Will Be Boys. I’m trying to be TOO clever, I think. We’ll see. BOLO for new Ed Lee, and Wrath James White #BleedingMemes, posting soon!
Well, like most things in life, tonight’s discussion can be summed up in the words of Bukowski…
Keep checking back even during the remodeling, just wear your mask to avoid the dust and debris 😉 Until next time…
Peace, Love & Necrophilia 💋
Written as a sequel to H.P. Lovecraft’s ‘The Haunter of the Dark’, this is Edward Lee’s most pornographic novel to date!
“I’m a sex freak, a deviant, erotomanic paraphiliac. When men rape me and force me to drink their piss – I like it. When they choke me unconscious as they’re fucking me – I cum. An angel? A blessing? I don’t think so!”
~ Hazel Greene
How many fetishes can you name?
I thought I was pretty adept in my knowledge of the perverse, but I learned a thing or two in this book!
‘Mopery’ was a new one to me.
Luckily, I recently found a list of 547 forms of paraphilia, because it came in pretty handy! Is it frightening to know that I’ve used this list three times in the past month – for different books? Eh, whatever!
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, so – perverted knowledge makes me… powerfully perverted? Smut Smart?
Hazel Greene has every fetish you can think of, and more.
She needs her rape fantasies and water sports, normalcy just isn’t doing it for her. After her boyfriend fucks up his character in their Campus Rapist role-play session – again, they have the end-all of break up fights, with him throwing insults and cutting remarks… things he can’t take back.
Her break up with Ashton comes at the perfect time, though. It leaves her free for a road trip to the middle of nowhere with her bestie. Sonia is very pregnant, and secretly, the love of Hazel’s life.
When Hazel & Sonia reach the cabin, Sonia’s fiancé, Frank, is nowhere to be found. That’s not the only peculiarity –
there is something very wrong with this backwater town. Suicide notes, and magic gems await them at the haunted cabin. Plus the woods are filled with monsters, both human and otherworldly.
The human monsters are easy to deal with at first. Hazel is forced to take part in a psycho redneck hootenanny – filled with depravity fitting of THE BIGHEAD – and she loves it! But her shame rises when the afterglow fades.
It recedes once again when she tries to seduce the man she sought out to help her after her backwoods encounter. Shame, then desire, then mopery, and shame again.
Meanwhile, Frank is nowhere to be found, and Sonia loses herself while searching for him. And then there are the horrible tentacles . . . Soon Hazel is thrown into a battle for her life that will test her sanity and sex drive.
This turned out to be a little different than I’d imagined – in a good way. I guess I was imagining something a little more science-fictiony, but, whether it’s because of the setting, or my lack of knowledge in Lovecraft style writing, I enjoyed the end result.
Of course, you have to know what you’re getting into – be ready for everything to be taken to the next level. Extreme sex, extreme violence, extremely violent sex, everything you enjoy from reading Ed Lee!
I’m so far behind on my reviews, I feel guilty starting another book!
I need to get posts up for at least two more for Ed Lee, five for Jeff Strand (Pressure, Fangboy, and the first 3 Andrew Mayhem books – yay!), and, I started the Jack Daniels series by J.A. Konrath – (I’ve finished WHISKEY SOUR, and am halfway through BLOODY MARY).
FEAST OR FAMINE, the newest anthology from Zombie Fiend, is going to knock your socks off! Stand outs [so far] include shorts from Sara Gray, and Alan Dale.
Four stories from Terry West have turned me into a lifelong fan, Zané Sachs‘s SADIE was described to me as the female Peter Jenkins – and I adore her now, and I need to find more from the author. I finally read Jamie Johnesee‘s Bob The Zombie books – and I can’t wait for more – Bob is awesome ❤
Mitchell Crowe has four great shorts that I need to review, Adam Light and Kevin Strange are also on the list that seems never-ending.
If I ever get caught up, I will buy myself a surprise!
I updated Cover To Cover, the page that lists the books I’ve reviewed here on BBB. It was getting hard to follow, so I added a new page listing books alphabetically – by author.
I noticed how many reviews aren’t listed or linked, so I’ll get those up ASAP!
Books I plan to read soon include titles from Jeffery Thomas, (author of the Punktown series), Ray Garton, and Tom Piccirilli. Plus – I’m ashamed to admit how many stories from Matt Shaw have danced outside my budget… Tortured, Rotting Dead Fucks, Porn, A House in the Country, and Seed… omg! Bad Fan!
I’m making my way through my Ed Lee collection. The trouble is… for every one I finish, I want to read two more!
WITCH WATER follows Stew Fanshawe’s journey from Manhattan Paraphilic, to New Hampshire Student of the Occult, and where is journey ends is the best part of the story!
POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT!
I get a wonderfully sick kind of pleasure when people choose do the wrong thing! This story, from any other author, would have the protagonist playing detective, finding the evil truth, and busting the whole thing wide open – with an ending full of praise for the bad boy turned good. ‘Atta Boy’s’ & keys to the city would be showered upon him, and, you know… happily ever after…
NOT ED LEE!!
Mr. Lee drags Stew through the dirt & blood, and, they embrace his black soul like a new lover.
Things are getting a bit uncomfortable for Stew Fanshawe, and he needs to get out of Dodge for a while, at least until things cool down. His extra-curricular activities have cost him dearly – see, Stew is a serial voyeur, and he’s no longer ‘in the closet’. His wife left him, he’s paid out a fortune in settlement money, and he can feel everyone staring at him while they silently scream “Peeper!” or “Pervert!”.
Stew’s therapist recommends a vacation. His ex-wife suggests he pitch a tent in Hell, but he decides to give Haver-Towne a try instead. It’s a sedate colonial resort in New Hampshire; rich with history, home to an eclectic array of locals, and lacking in all the temptations of New York. It’s just the kind of place he needs to escape, do some soul searching, and start down the road to recovery.
The Wraxall Inn is the historic hotel he plans to call home for the duration of his stay in Haver-Towne, The Salem of New Hampshire. The 300 year old mansion is much more than it seems. After Stew meets the locals, he starts to learn that The Wraxall Inn and Haver-Towne harbor a secret that isn’t mentioned on the brochures – An incestuous warlock who sired children to be used for something far worse than sacrifice. A witch whose carnal abandon and sheer diabolism stagger even the most demented imaginations. A 300 year old mansion in whose walls are embalmed the infernal secret of…Witch-Water. All inside a town steeped in witchcraft and satanic debauchery.
It turns out that Haver-Towne is just the place to hone Stew’s paraphilic desires, especially with the historic ocular device he borrows from the Wraxall Inn’s display case. His curiosity unlocks one morbid secret after another, and reveals a history of erotopathic witches, depraved covens, sick-in-the-head sexuality, and the most grotesque method of execution ever devised.
Witch Water is a novel of immemorial curses, demonic lust, and absolutely unmitigated evil – all racing toward an ending that was totally unexpected, but an ending that I absolutely adore!
Near the end of September 2012, Tom Piccirilli went under the knife to have a tennis ball sized tumor removed from his brain (!), and SIXTY FIVE STIRRUP IRON ROAD is what happens when your friends include the Kings of Extreme!
All proceeds from 65SIR go to Tom Piccirilli and his family.
Tom has also been given a nod within the book, lending his name to a rather unhappy loan shark!
I read that Tom had a setback last month, suffering a stroke and another hospital stay. But, I’m happy to say that he is home now, and on the road to recovery!
I’m not entirely sure what happened to my review from the first time I read this. When I realized that it wasn’t on my blog, I pulled it out and started to skim for details – I looked up to see that two hours had passed – I had become another victim of the house! I reread it cover to cover, and I think I enjoyed it even more this time.
The house at Sixty-Five Stirrup Iron Road has a history stained by the blood and bodily fluids of every person who ever inhabited it. The house was built in the 1930s by Harold & Lucy Pearson. We’ll find out more about them later in the book. THIS story starts ten years ago… with siblings Nicci & Sam Forrestal.
Sam works as a guard at the county detention center, and Nicci… well, Nicci was just released from said detention center. She had spent 30 days inside for doing the same thing that got her fired from her job at Corn Dog Dee-Lites, (let’s just say that she was about to win the gold in the oral Olympics, but that last ‘judge’ whipped out his badge. The cuffs were NOT fun that time!) Her brother has graciously taken her in until she can get back on her feet.
She accuses him of having ulterior motives when she wakes up sticky, crusty, and has a bad, yet very familiar, taste in her mouth.
This leads to the most disgusting, and gag inducing (no pun intended) prologue ever written.
*Coprophilia, emetophilia, urolagnia, mysophilia, zoophilia, and mucophilia, are some of the highlights included, and these are just a prelude to the violent & bloody end of these appx. 30 pages.
If you made it through this, I think you’ll be ok.
But – don’t wuss out on me!
Now, after ten years, Chuck & Arrianne are moving in.
Almost immediately – it begins again. Slowly, at first. But when Arrianne crosses Chuck’s line in the sand, from what’s acceptable kink, to ‘that’s just disgusting’, his thoughts go to denial and blame, and hers go to realizing that it’s the house, and trying to make some sense of it all.
The Diary of Lucy Pearson makes an appearance, and I wish there was more of it. If one of these guys were to publish the entire diary… they’d make a lot of money! (HINT HINT, GUYS!!)
I have to tell you here – I’ve been slowly working on my Library Thing account, so I was paying close attention to places of interest. I made this note, and I’m adding it to show you how brilliant I think I get after not sleeping for extended periods –
Arrianne goes to the Cellar Door pub for a drink and two things stand out:
1 – The pub’s name – Cellar Door.
It may be a nod to Karen Pomeroy / Donnie Darko, it could be used because of it’s phonaesthetics, OR – it’s just a name and I’m looking WAAAAY to deep into things… whatever. I noticed & made a note of it. And, number
2 – The drink she orders is… a WHISKY SOUR 🙂 That has to be on purpose!
The other characters in the story all have their roll to play, and there is a damn good story here. You can feel that the authors had a good time writing this, and their friendship shows – mostly in an annoying sibling kind of way! They name characters and places after each other, and poke fun at each other. By the end, the novelty of lending their fellow author’s names to characters had turned into the names BEING their fellow authors.
By this point, I was about to pee my pants from the absurdities of the deaths, childish bickering between the surviving authors, and a comment to WJW about being the only black man in a horror story – ‘you might have super-powers!’ If that wasn’t hysterical enough, his reply brought tears to my eyes – “There ain’t any magical negroes in an Ed Lee novel”!!
I had to laugh at myself, too. During a particularly disgusting scene I had thrown my left hand up to cover my eyes, but kept reading by peeking through my fingers. Who covers their eyes while reading? I don’t think I’ve ever done that before, but if I had – I’m sure it was while reading the other book I’ve read from Ryan Harding. (I won’t say where in the story that this happened, but, I’ll tell you this – I learned that Ryan is an Eli Roth fan!)
The first time I read this, I had recently finished THE KILLING KIND. I was all warm & fuzzy thinking that Bryan Smith rode off into the bloody sunset with the crazy chick of his dreams. But then, by way of rotation, he wasn’t in the group that wrote the last chapter.
So, the Sixty-Five Million Dollar Question… Will you like it?
I can’t make that call! I did. More so the second time.
I gagged. I was grossed out. But, I also laughed, and I couldn’t wait to find out what would happen next.
Even seasoned fans may find certain scenes too disturbing, but will still want to own it for their collection.
But – there’s not one page, not one review, that doesn’t warn the reader about what’s inside Sixty-Five Stirrup Iron Road. Please, don’t read it, then leave a shitty review just because of the content. By all means – be honest about the story! Just remember, it’s all in good fun, and for a good cause. ❤
*While trying to find ‘proper names’ for the acts described, (so I didn't offend anyone too bad), I was stuck under an umbrella term that I found while trying to review THE HAUNTER OF THE THRESHOLD, (which was also written by Ed Lee). 'Paraphilia: sexual interests in objects, situations, or individuals that are highly atypical.'
That just doesn't cut it for this story.
I was able to find an expanded list! 547 listed forms of paraphilia! Go, me!
Tom Piccirilli is the author of more than twenty-five novels including A CHOIR OF ILL CHILDREN, SHADOW SEASON, THE COLD SPOT, and THE LAST KIND WORDS. He's a four-time winner of the Stoker Award, two-time winner of the International Thriller Award, and has been nominated for the World Fantasy Award, and twice for the Edgar Award. Marilyn Stasio of The New York Tims Book Review called THE LAST KIND WORDS, "A caustic thriller…the characters have strong voices and bristle with funny quirks." New York Times bestselling thriller writer Lee Child said of Tom's work, "Perfect crime fiction…a convincing world, a cast of compelling characters, and above all a great story" And Publishers Weekly extols, "Piccirilli's mastery of the hard-boiled idiom is pitch perfect, particularly in the repartee between his characters, while the picture he paints of the criminal corruption conjoining the innocent and guilty in a small Long Island community is as persuasive as it is seamy. Readers who like a bleak streak in their crime fiction will enjoy this well-wrought novel." Keir Graff of Booklist wrote, "There's more life in Piccirilli's THE LAST KIND WORDS (and more heartache, action, and deliverance) than any other novel I've read in the past couple of years." And Kirkus states, "Consigning most of the violence to the past allows Piccirilli (The Fever Kill, 2007, etc.) to dial down the gore while imparting a soulful, shivery edge to this tale of an unhappy family that's assuredly unhappy in its own special way."
Update: 7/15/14 6:55am –
(I just bought a few of Tom Piccirilli’s titles, and have gotten a couple recommendations, so watch for future reviews & discussions!)
I think this one started a little slow for me.
I started reading it two different times before now, and set it down – accidentally forgetting about it.
Ok, maybe that’s not quite right. It didn’t start slow, necessarily. It didn’t start off as Ed Lee. When you’re in the mood for depravity, Lee usually just throws you in head-first – no chance to buckle up. Portrait of the Psychopath as a Young Woman didn’t do that, it eased you in.
I started over again yesterday, just finished it, and WOW! As a whole – Holy Shit!! When my brain started firing and putting things together, I wished I could read faster.
The depravity is there, buckets full of it! Mixed with gore, and painfully uncomfortable scenes of torture. It’s all surrounded by a story that is as uncomfortable as the torture scenes!
A woman who could be described as a modern day, more feminist (I hate the term, but, roll with me here), version of Dear Abby, is contacted by a killer – a woman who describes her sessions in chilling detail, and adds a little ‘proof’ that she’s not a phony. The detective on the case fucks with her relentlessly, and the wishy-washy love interest tries to be dominant, but someone from her past is the most dominating man in her head.
I’m very impressed with the story now, and I plan to look up Lee’s co-author, Elisabeth Steffen.
Never have I been so ashamed of myself for laughing so hard at something so utterly depraved!
“She stove the baby’s head in with a cast-iron skillet. The head burst like a pale, ripe fruit.” So begins splatterpunk author Lee’s infamous 1997 novel, the reading of which has become a rite of passage for gore-hounds everywhere. Many call it the grossest book ever written—and, for once, the hype ain’t hyperbole. Two new friends, big-city nyphomaniac Jerrica and small-town nymphomaniac-in-training Charity, travel to the latter’s Appalachian hometown, where they meet a foul-mouthed priest who has been tasked with restoring a mysterious abbey. Elsewhere in town, two slobbering, insane, and horny backwoods moonshiners tirelessly rape and murder random people in ways that are, shall we say, creative. Also entering into the fun is the hydrocephalatic cannibal known as the Bighead, “a deformed, woods-rompin’, brain-eatin’, pussy-bustin’ retart!” How to review something so revolting? There must be 50 over-the-top sex scenes, half of them assaults, and many of them involving orifices not typically awarded the spotlight. (Spoiler: one involves a colostomy bag.) The problem for those looking to chuck this book into the wood-chipper is that Lee can actually write, and in those rare moments when he’s not giving into his deviant obsessions, his expansive vocabulary and ear for hill-country slang make for some swell readin’: “Gawd damn, but weren’t it good ta et a raw brain busted fresh out the skull!” Got a strong stomach? Fine, then, but we’d still recommend having a barf bag at the ready. –Daniel Kraus —
I am following the Facebook page for the movie they’re trying to make. (Edward Lee’s The Bighead – The Movie)
The more I read, the more convinced I became – convinced that the film cannot be done! At least, not in regards to the book!
This graphic sex, rape, bodily fluid, and scat filled book was enough to literally make me nauseous – almost losing the battle once or twice!
If you haven’t read the book, then the movie might turn out to be one of the best horror / torture porn movies since the original HOSTEL. But, movie goers who did did read the book first – they’ll be expecting #MurderPorn, and nothing short of Bighead’s descriptive culinary experiences will abide. It’s going to be a rough road for director Michael Lee. As for the fans – it’s hard to say…
*(EDITED IN NOTE: News from a fan, and from the director – “…we have managed to get the short film made and are still in talks to get a feature version going (sometime soon, we hope).”.
I’ve read a lot of stories from Ed Lee, (I’m on an extreme horror / splatterpunk binge), and I am always looking forward to starting something by him that ALL my friends have read -but I wasn’t prepared to dwell into the places that The Bighead considered home!
I did enjoy reading this, in spite of Lee’s over-the-top-ness! I had moments where my laughter would accidentally turn into, or cause, a gag – but I’d still be cracking up!
I think the 5th star would have made it, if the poo hadn’t been there!
P, L, & N
UPDATE – 5/21/14
Update from Dread Central, includes VIDEO TRAILER
The HollyShorts Film Festival is held annually in August, but to keep the momentum going all year, the organizers have monthly screenings of outstanding short films. As it turns out, one of them, The Bighead, was a little too much for the audience to handle. Read onfor the details…
Read more: http://www.dreadcentral.com/news/72129/bighead-causes-uproar-hollyshorts-monthly-screening#ixzz32OPa6H1W